“Lobster caught by my own hand”, says Mark as he gently paints the delicate flesh with butter and lemon before placing them flesh down on the BBQ. How’s that for a boast? This visit with Marsha in LA is testament to yet another ‘enduring friendship’. Way back in 1969, Marsha and I worked …
I’m at breakfast by the pool of The Beverly Hilton Hotel, Los Angeles in Grammy Awards week with distractions a many – there goes my resolve to read the New York Times in the fresh air this morning. Next to me under the palm trees stands a young music wannabe in t-shirt and …
Arriving in Los Angeles No queue for Immigration at LAX! Bags on carousel immediately. Into a taxi within thirty minutes of touch down. Wow! This is not the America I remember. A welcome spot of ‘déjà vu’ Hopping into the back seat of a cab already waiting at the kerbside, old memories of coming in …